2026.06.13
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mekachu04"get up. Kidd hurry."
At nine, Kidd was hardly the one for afternoon naps, but the late fall heat and muggy afternoons made being up and around unbearable, and he was quite happy to keep dozing the day away for at least another hour or so.
Killer however, was being quite irritating, and kept shoving him to wake up as he was very noisily rooting though their stuff.
"KIDD! we have to go!"
"Go?" /What did he mean by go, go where?/ however Kidd did note the urgency in his friends voice, and made an effort to roll over to see what had killer's panties all in a twist.
Killer was frantically shoving their meager belongings in his backpack, looking over his shoulder out the tent flap worriedly. Now that he was waking up, Kidd could hear something going on in the camp, raised voices.
"Killer?"
"Anything you can carry, in your bag, hurry."
Typically, Kidd would retort that Killer wasn't allowed to order him around like that, but Killer was also not looking at him - was watching for what was clear danger lurking outside. Kidd grabbed his own rucksack and hastily started shoving his stuff in it, wrapping his tools in his clothes so they wouldn't clang together should they need to sneak around and hide at some point. His bag was distressingly full before he was even half done and he started to feel the panic creeping in as he tried to decided what he was leaving behind.
It dawned on him, looking at his pillow and blanket - that they where going to have to leave a bunch of stuff. Killer had worked so hard on getting them this tent that didn't leak in the rain too... Maybe if he started over, he could fit the pillow first -
Killer looked back over then, looking over the sprawl of Kidd's stuff. "You can wear your coat - and carry your pillow. Hurry." he said, grabbing Kidd's best blanket and folding and rolling it carefully. Despite the heat of the day, Kidd frantically pulled his coat on, watching Killer thread the blanket though the straps of his own stuffed backpack, his friend pulling a hoodie on before a yell and string of curses nearby had him grabbing Kidd's elbow and dragging him out of the tent.
The encampment was chaos, City Guards tearing open tents, dragging homeless men and women about, some already in cuffs. Screaming, fighting, bodies battered down and unconscious or dead on the cobblestones. Kidd felt his rage starting to boil up - how DARE they! - but Killer was still holding his elbow, started pulling him away, and they were running, darting in and out of the panicked crowd.
They were just slipping away when gunfire started, and Killer stumbled, looking back upset. His grip on Kidd's elbow finally loosened enough for Kidd to pull free, adjusting his rucksack and giving Killer just a moment. Kidd pulled his pillow tight, looking back too. The fighting sounds had turned to screaming, crying. More guns.
Its not like he or Killer even knew anybody's names there. They were just strangers. Strangers who looked the other way at the kids hiding in their camps, sharing their fires at night. Some of them so lost in their own heads they probably didn't know their own names to start with. They meant nothing to Kidd.
He still... He felt so angry. They'd been leaving the city alone. A small little group of bums and down on their lucks just trying to make it from one day to the next. What did the city care if they collected together for safety. For companionship. It didn't hurt those inside the city walls none....
A fire had started - the smoke starting to darken the horizon.
They stayed and watched as long as they could; they should of kept running, found someplace to hide, to hole up for the night far from here and start new in the morning. But it felt important to witness this. Someone needed to know this was happening. Even if they couldn't do anything to stop it, couldn't even do anything to prevent the next massacre, someone needed to remember those being murdered outside the walls just because the city didn't like looking at them anymore.
At nine, Kidd was hardly the one for afternoon naps, but the late fall heat and muggy afternoons made being up and around unbearable, and he was quite happy to keep dozing the day away for at least another hour or so.
Killer however, was being quite irritating, and kept shoving him to wake up as he was very noisily rooting though their stuff.
"KIDD! we have to go!"
"Go?" /What did he mean by go, go where?/ however Kidd did note the urgency in his friends voice, and made an effort to roll over to see what had killer's panties all in a twist.
Killer was frantically shoving their meager belongings in his backpack, looking over his shoulder out the tent flap worriedly. Now that he was waking up, Kidd could hear something going on in the camp, raised voices.
"Killer?"
"Anything you can carry, in your bag, hurry."
Typically, Kidd would retort that Killer wasn't allowed to order him around like that, but Killer was also not looking at him - was watching for what was clear danger lurking outside. Kidd grabbed his own rucksack and hastily started shoving his stuff in it, wrapping his tools in his clothes so they wouldn't clang together should they need to sneak around and hide at some point. His bag was distressingly full before he was even half done and he started to feel the panic creeping in as he tried to decided what he was leaving behind.
It dawned on him, looking at his pillow and blanket - that they where going to have to leave a bunch of stuff. Killer had worked so hard on getting them this tent that didn't leak in the rain too... Maybe if he started over, he could fit the pillow first -
Killer looked back over then, looking over the sprawl of Kidd's stuff. "You can wear your coat - and carry your pillow. Hurry." he said, grabbing Kidd's best blanket and folding and rolling it carefully. Despite the heat of the day, Kidd frantically pulled his coat on, watching Killer thread the blanket though the straps of his own stuffed backpack, his friend pulling a hoodie on before a yell and string of curses nearby had him grabbing Kidd's elbow and dragging him out of the tent.
The encampment was chaos, City Guards tearing open tents, dragging homeless men and women about, some already in cuffs. Screaming, fighting, bodies battered down and unconscious or dead on the cobblestones. Kidd felt his rage starting to boil up - how DARE they! - but Killer was still holding his elbow, started pulling him away, and they were running, darting in and out of the panicked crowd.
They were just slipping away when gunfire started, and Killer stumbled, looking back upset. His grip on Kidd's elbow finally loosened enough for Kidd to pull free, adjusting his rucksack and giving Killer just a moment. Kidd pulled his pillow tight, looking back too. The fighting sounds had turned to screaming, crying. More guns.
Its not like he or Killer even knew anybody's names there. They were just strangers. Strangers who looked the other way at the kids hiding in their camps, sharing their fires at night. Some of them so lost in their own heads they probably didn't know their own names to start with. They meant nothing to Kidd.
He still... He felt so angry. They'd been leaving the city alone. A small little group of bums and down on their lucks just trying to make it from one day to the next. What did the city care if they collected together for safety. For companionship. It didn't hurt those inside the city walls none....
A fire had started - the smoke starting to darken the horizon.
They stayed and watched as long as they could; they should of kept running, found someplace to hide, to hole up for the night far from here and start new in the morning. But it felt important to witness this. Someone needed to know this was happening. Even if they couldn't do anything to stop it, couldn't even do anything to prevent the next massacre, someone needed to remember those being murdered outside the walls just because the city didn't like looking at them anymore.
